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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:05 pm
The door to Room 299 creaked open as a disheveled mop of hair snuck in, and looked furtively both directions. The occupant in question did a quick somersault, looking around again before helping himself with any leftover food, including three month old moldy coffee from a mug.
Several articles of clothing, glowsticks, and spare coffee mugs were knocked over during his excavation. He went as far as opening random drawers, and was on his way to opening the bottom third drawer, digging his arm into the contents inside, looking for only one specific thing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 3:07 pm
The ruckus going on in her room, was loud enough to be heard from down the hall.. The hall in which certain someone was walking down.
Arriving at the door, she pushed it open, quietly setting the items carried down to rest on the floor. A quick glance of the room was enough to let her know just what all had happened here, and what it was that he was searching for. Alas, not so lucky was Mark, as Kat always carried "important objects" on her person at all time.
"If I were you, I would make an appointment with the med lab as soon as possible.. and not just for the nearly two year old coffee you drank."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 5:08 pm
"Eh, I've had worse," Mark replied reflexively, managing to pull out a tanktop in every single variation of black before coming out empty handed from another drawer, "hey, you wouldn't have seen my thing would you? Like you know, the thing."
As his back was turned around, he still hadn't clued in on the other occupant in the room.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 5:26 pm
He had worse? Gross! Somehow that didn't come as a big surprise, though it still enough to resist the urge to vomit at the thought.
Eyes shifting to the drawer as Mark continued to rifle through them, it was apparent that he had let his guard down, not realizing just who had arrived at the door. Careful not to "interrupt" his search, she took a seat on a nearby chair, with one item in hand and a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Oh, I don't know. You'd have to be pretty specific as to what it is your searching for. Perhaps you can give me a hint, hmm?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:00 pm
"Eh," Mark had managed to procure an expired bag of chips in his search, and it was currently stuffed haphazardly in one of his coat pockets, "you wouldn't understand anyway. Part of my prized collection. An opus magnum of work, vintage 1980, they don't even produce the-"
- And it was at that point that the Death assistant finally turned to look at Kat. A couple of things happened in his brain. The first one told him he really shouldn't have drank that coffee. The second said he probably still had his printer running in his office. And the third prevalent thought was that he knew this person. No wait, he didn't just know this person he-
- "No," whispered Mark, dropping to his knees dramatically. One would think with the hysterics he was going through, something actually important was happening, "it's not possible."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 1:02 pm
The dramatic response was enough to bring a devious smile of satisfaction to the sun huntress, while the prized item spoken of was twirled by the arm in a taunting like gesture. "Oh, it is possible.. and is that really the best greeting you can give me after such a long time apart?" Getting to her feet, Kat tucked the item away again to keep it from being snatched back by Mark.
Taking casual strides towards him, arms folded, her grin grew wider.
"Its been two years, Mark. I hope that was enough time for you to prepare yourself. Breaking and entering into my room.. tsk tsk tsk. I'm gonna make your life a living hell."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 1:39 pm
"It's not possible," repeated Mark, as if stuck in some time loop, "I'm seeing dead people." He felt around the underside of the table, just in case whatever he was searching for was taped there, just in case.
There was a pause where it almost felt like he was waiting for some dramatic cue. "Well, uh, did it hurt?", he finally asked, in almost casual conversation, picking himself up from his knees to continue looking under the covers.
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